A reminiscence of the carnivalStand behind the tent flap and look at their faces. “Here I am, Donny. I went into the ditch off the I-65 half a dozen times. And here comes Tania again.
as that indigent Hollywood screenwriter, Joe Gillis, spread-eagled andwaterlogged in Norma Desmond’s befouled swimming pool. He reachedfor the watch hanging in air before him. There never was a God to begin with. “ It’ s about you.
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